Paw Patrol Oneshots

Skydiving (Marshall X Skye)

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"Skye, come on, we're gonna be late," Marshall whined, sticking his head out of the elevator, "everyone else is already downstairs."

"Give me a second!" barked the tiny dog, following up a grunt of exertion,

It was Saturday night, the weekly Pup Pup Boogie contest. Such a competition was treated quite seriously around their parts, especially from Chase. The German Shepherd almost scared the others with how immersed he got with the game. It was especially entertaining when Chase and Zuma got into full blown arguments over certain dance moves netting more points than others. In truth, some dances were considered "unfair," as they were easy to pull off yet they gave considerable points. Ryder considered outlawing such movesets, then realized he was wasting his time trying to set rules for a dancing dog game.

All dogs would gather outside of The Lookout and gather in a line, before entering the elevator all at once. It was almost ritualistic, and Ryder worried if it was healthy for the pups to be so obsessed with the game.

"I can literally see them outside," Marshall whined, walking over the window, "Chase and Zuma are bickering,"

"They always do," Skye muttered, trying to shove something into a storage compartment.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to put all this old gear away!" she growled, really putting her back into the motion,

Several backpacks and what looked like piloting gear was littered all over the floor. The backpacks themselves were quite large and round, notoriously difficult for putting away in an organized manner.

The Dalmation curiously walked over, sniffing a green bag, "I didn't know you had all this,"

"Neither did I," Skye confessed, "I have a problem with... uh, not being very organized. Don't go in my kennel."

"What's this?" asked the firefighter, pawing at a white and orange object,"

"Don't touch that, that's a flare gun,"

"A gun?" Marshall jerked back in alarm,

"No, it's different," Skye grunted, growing irritated, "it shoots a really bright light, helps people find you when you're lost,"

"Ooh, so we should've taken that on our last camping trip," Marshall shuddered, remembering the ghastly adventure they had wandering through the forest.

"Can you give me a paw here?"

Marshall padded over to Skye. She was attempting to forcefully stuff a large, bulky bag into a footlocker, not the ideal place for it but it would do for now. The Dalmation placed both paws on it and assisted Skye with his own strength, pushing it down into position. The smaller pup quickly jumped up and shot the locker, sealing it inside.

"Okay, now the parachutes," she turned, walking over to the backpacks that littered the ground.

"Parachute?" Marshall smiled in awe, "I've always wanted to skydive!"

"Really?" she raised an eyebrow, "you've never told me that,"

"Well yeah, we're the Paw Patrol after all, we have jobs."

"Important jobs," Skye concluded, then chuckled, "but not important enough that we don't have these over-the-top Pup Pup Boogie parties. Now can you grab that one?"

She pointed her blond paw over at a backpack lying on the floor, as she went to grab another one in her teeth and drag it to another locker. Marshall looked over, then frowned when he saw it. It didn't look anything like he saw in magazines, it was just a backpack. As Skye opened the locker, Marshall approached the backpack and sniffed it.